Harry Potter Oneshots/ Imagines (HP Boys x reader)

Harry Potter - Yule Ball.

Summary: You think you'll never get a date to the Yule Ball, you're surprised when Hermione suggests something and that changes.

!Warnings!: none?

Tags: xF!Reader, slight fluff.

Word Count: 453

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You sit on the Gryffindor couch, staring into the fire. You twiddle your feet together as you swirl your tongue around the flavored sucker in your mouth. On the floor in front of you, the Golden Trio sit, talking about whatever it is they find so interesting this late at night. 

You frown as thoughts pop into your head, the Yule Ball was approaching quickly and you were going to go all alone. It wasn't like guys hadn't asked you out, it's just you didn't want to go with them. You had your mind on one person and one person only. 

Your eyes fall over Harry's features, examining the way they sit on his face, the way they move, their color, everything. You sigh loudly, why couldn't he just ask? You sit there for a moment, just staring, zoned out, and daydreaming. 

 Suddenly, a hand flys past your face, "Y/n!" Hermione calls you out of your trance. Your eyes snap to her, "Sorry! What is it?" She sighs, "I said, do you have something picked out for the Yule Ball yet?" you furrow your brows, did she just read your mind? 

You take the sucker out of your mouth, frowning once more, "No," you sigh, trying to hide the disappointment in your tone. "I don't even have anyone to go with yet," you pause looking at the floor before meeting Harry's eyes, "Who are you guys going with, by the way?" 

They all fall silent, "No one, yet." Ron says. You raise a brow, "I could always go with Romilda Vane," Harry laughs, looking to Hermione. She glares at him. You try to ignore the jealousy swimming in your stomach and look down. You don't notice Hermione squinting at you until you look back up meeting her eyes briefly. 

"Why don't you two just go together? Y/n's a way better option." Hermione suggests. You immediately feel heat rush to your cheeks. "No, Mione, Harry wouldn't want to do that." There's no way Harry would ever want to go with you. If he did, he would've asked you already. 

Harry looks to you with furrowed brows, "That's not true.." he says almost in a whisper, visibly flustered. Your eyes widen, "What do you mean?" 

He pulls his knees closer to his chest, "I-, would go with you, why, why wouldn't I?" He scratches the back of his head. You smile wide, "Really? You better not be joking, Harry-" 

He smiles at you, "I'm not! I'm not! I promise!"

"Promise?" You bit your lip trying to contain the giddy smile sitting on your face. "Will you? You don't have to-"

"Harry! Yes! Is it not obvious?" you interrupt him, feeling the swirling of butterflies in your stomach.